The morning breeze slipped through the still-quiet streets of the city as Rakahn rode a brown horse. His movements were light but clumsy, betraying a clear lack of riding experience.
Just three days ago, he had never even come close to one of these creatures. He'd learned in a hurry—just for this outing.
So, he was doing his best. Katia was waiting for him at the gates of the fortress, and together, they were to leave for their long-awaited rendezvous.
He'd been waiting for this moment for so long. Too long. The date had been postponed again and again—because of the war, the deployments on various fronts, the never-ending responsibilities.
Since then, so much had changed.
